She rises and falls like a reposed breath
before an entire world's visage
in her encircled arms.
The incandescent glow of the stage
has an intoxicating quality to it,
the music being
something liquid, viscous.
As notes thrum in tender and soothing caresses,
her legs supple, twirl like petals
cascading under the weight of raindrops,
giving way to a lush surrender
steeped in a language of love and need.
Her very fire
and impassioned soulfulness
lifts her up above the crowd itself,
burning for all to see.
In this moment now
her timelessness enraptures me.
Another part of myself awakens to her grace
and renders me
gratefully whole.
A sense of euphoria slow dances its way
from her being to mine,
consuming every piece of my body
in a fiery bloom—
charging me with
a crackling, electrifying force
unlike my mere own.
I can see now
that this is what she was born to do—
to be on pointe, seeing everything.
Any instances of worldly fear
is left to the dying.
The rhythms of her old pains,
tribulations of past destructions,
are now buried beneath her feet.
And her radiant smile while she dances
still speaks to me gently—
that to be free
is to be wonderfully lost
in her waltz with destiny.
© BT
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
You hold echoes of a shift
so plaintively
against the swell
of midnight summer rain—
within the roar of the planes
on cold faded glass
the stuffy air at the airport
There was no way around it
that I could see—
the world still kept its spinning
You lock your stare here
and how I wish
I was packed up too,
snug heartbeats in your leather briefcase.
© BT
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
i try
to count each of my blessings,
thank every person who helped me silently
in the face,
but
still I ponder
how sorrows swallow me
and irrational questions
like
would i ever ****
tonight,
i steadily write
because if today goes past without a word,
i might just break
and wish somehow
that i was better off dead.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
When was the last time
I felt a raving hunger for life?
When had I but an eternity in moments,
on the edge of something vastly different?
How was it me and not you
who staked her soul high
on rolling hills of green,
took long draughts to savour, to condense
the weight of the world into one precious drink,
cup the shortest days in her palm and release them,
for her thoughts to balloon into the wild?
The delectable now—
ripe as berries for plucking in winter,
and all things, like music
must peter
into silence.
So I suppose my question to you
is not concerned with
the stack of newly-minted green in your pocket,
nor the fleet of shiny cars, but
your pure self, simply being.
It’s prodding the heart,
a tiny critter fluttering with wings, wondering:
when will you ever get a second chance at this—
all this storm
and inexplicable happiness—
or will you
go hunting for things,
whirling at mere traces
of power in your name—
or will you turn around
only to find a life
or a lie,
staring back wide-eyed
in endless shame?
© BT
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
There’s a silent invisible in every person
And in you it strains to be read,
Like the creased pages of a forgotten diary
Spilling delicious secrets not meant to be shared
Like you it begs for the unspoken cue
From the boy who would tilt his head and listen,
But until then the mental melody you weave most beautifully
Knows only the tear tracks on your cheeks that glisten.
So on the day your voice slips through the cracks,
The cobweb dreams you bottled up in fear set free
I pray they won’t grow weary with unuse;
I pray he’ll let hear your silent muse,
ring crystal with no apology.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Into the meadow I wander
Pressed against fragrant blooms
Glittery embers in dark sky
Sweet, sorrowful night
Shadows growing lighter with every step I take
I remember, love, how we felt that day
The linger of your embrace
And warmth of your skin to taste
Through rose-tinted lenses
Envisioning your perfect visage in my mind
Poised, lithe and slight
We intertwine
And chanced faster into the depths
Slowly you realise
Suddenly the darkness that befalls
Sour thoughts hidden
Sodden, damp spirits
Sorry
I'm sorry
Run away, my love
Highway love
Toss me side-aways
Come find me in this meadow in the morning
Where I was dancing and crying and losing myself
In the liquid moonlight
To escape the groping madness
Now no longer struggle to disown fear
As sun rays kiss my face
Imperfections gently smoothed over
Eyes lifted to the dawn
Basking in a greater love that’s available to all
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
Wrench me open like a nut
into two, I crack beautifully. one
half for me and one half for you.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
In the wildlife and brambles
of swallowing reality
I am animated with my friends,
Silent in the face of my enemy.
This is the nature of me,
my jaundiced and lily-livered,
Blossoming weeds.
In the torrid heat of the garden
Plastic petals cushioned by a non-existent breeze
The expensive and perfect roses speak
In a high and thin voice:
“She doesn’t belong here!”
I maintain distance, observing quietly,
Drinking in supple thoughts
My type of nourishment.
How strange! While we all exist,
I realise I am mostly the only one
Alone in this thistle-thorn entangle--
Spikes on spikes--
And these roses are cruel,
They bite my stems,
They scythe through my stalks.
They make it sound
with their chorus of coy voices,
That I am strangling them,
with my unkempt leaves.
Nonetheless odd and daring
In the best sense of the word
I was a bore to the masses
Amidst the roses’ mellifluous clamour
which was static white noise
and superfluous torrential chastisement
But I’m safe in knowing
that their words will crumble to dirt one day
And that being “social”, was just an experiment.
I left the town
in search of a happier place.
I am twisting skywards
for brighter light each day.
Do not misunderstand that I am completely alone,
I am better outside the garden now
As a light globular lump on the open road
Thriving on even the forgotten and sighing wind.
Occasionally I come across another fellow being
I wouldn’t want to choke with my untamed growth,
And we find sweet comfort in unspoken words
Between two lost, closet souls.
I would invite them graciously
To my snug abodes of desert peace,
To tumble about carefree
With the gentle caress of warm currents
Finding solace in vastness and anonymity
When we ride freedom breezes through scorched skies.
As the sun dips and glows behind the last clouds on the horizon,
We’ll be roaming further still from the plastic perfect roses
We’ll be together in the knotted wild,
Tumbleweed friends, you and I.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Pain and expression whenever ink splatters,
I can feel the forked serpents in my belly
twisting and tendrilling into one.
In the air slowly seeping,
as black smoke from the
smouldering remains
of all the paper-thin trees
I killed with my handwritten poetry.
If I open my mouth to speak,
forked tongues will fly out
to kiss the descending flames
upon graveyard plains of doomed foliage.
On that fateful night from the bonfire,
monsters sprung free.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
harrowing
brown-eyed
darting into corners,
sweet stories
yourself
don't see
in the luster
of irises
forbidding intensity
stole twinkle,
kaleidoscopic looks and
now there's only
a testy glint left.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC